Here it is, 16.5 weeks out from my show and my emotions are all over the place. I can usually fight out my demons alone…stick to my grind and power through, but this week I’ve had to reach out to my coach a lot for guidance. It’s odd for me to speak up for concern about my well being but my behavior lately has been even more foreign. I’m refusing rest days, eating more than whats on my diet and not listening to my body’s screams for help when I’m in pain. So what exactly is driving this insanity, making me not recognize myself but making the effort to seek help necessary?
The thought of being “small” scares the shit out of me.
It’s been a reality check seeing the countdown I made on my calendar, knowing that the weeks of a freer lifestyle are coming to a halt. After a year and 4 months of building I’m finally ready to prep to get back in the game, mentally that is…emotionally and physically, not so much. As the time is winding down in my off-season, my fears about the physical changes that my body is about to endure begin to surface. I recollect my struggles to keep any muscle last cut down due to my metabolism and some of the techniques my old coach used on me. I followed exactly, to the T, what my prior coach had told me from workouts to diet during my prep and by the time show date came, while lean, I was tiny and flat; making me feel disgustingly uncomfortable. So now that it’s time to throw myself back into the craziness of contest prep, the self-conscious feelings of being tiny again have returned and after spending so much time and effort on building muscle, I’m petrified of losing it again. I’ve applied myself so diligently to this lifestyle, this dream, that I’m afraid to be disappointed in following what my coach wants for me, even though I truly believe in her. Especially now with joining the physique division, there is even more pressure to be substantial on stage versus being a figure competitor and while Im not trying to look like I belong in the animal kingdom beating my chest like a silver back gorilla, I need to feel like I have more presence on stage with my body. But how on earth have I gotten this bad that I get panic attacks at the meer thought of being smaller? What cycle have I gotten myself into that makes me self-doubt to such an extreme when I drive my life on motivating? Where did this mindset of being self-conscious derive from?
Eating disorders are not ony comprised of food addictions; they have a deep emotional rooting to them as well. They play with our minds, provoking unreasonable fears without a cause and making real life sometime seem paralyzing. We become engrossed in a parallel state and to try to get out of your own trapped thoughts is nearly impossible some days. You feel as if you’re in a cage, shaking the invisible bars like an animal while the world functions normally around you. I remember when I would be triggered by stressors, I would hoard food away so when no one was around I could bury my emotions into something while the world still saw me as strong. There would be other times where I would do so much cardio to punish myself for a situation I (most likely) made worse in my head and then starve because I didn’t deserve the food feeling guilty from emotions (talking back in the day). It becomes a part of you, this demon composed of irrational pep talks, and can easily control your physical being into acts of violence against yourself. Being told countless times about how great I looked thin during my younger years or the affection I received from people when I was skinny drove me into that addiction; so while rebellious I am at heart, a sucker I was for adoration. It’s a cycle that can kill you if you don’t put an end to it, like I did…But now years later, what has triggered myself into punishment again? Those same anxious thoughts are eating away at me again and even though I don’t have the desire to enact in the same behaviors I did before, the emotional connection to my past addiction has surfaced. The correlation between the two extremes, one starving to be thin the other thirsting to be full, all lies under the same concept that many in this industry suffer from…poor self image.
I have been trying to go from thin to substantial for almost a year and a half, and through diligent training, diet and some supplement help I have FINALLY been able to keep some of my gains. While I wish I had more size before my cut, I’m grateful for the majority of my shape coming from my work ethic rather than chemicals. While recently I did seek “extra means” I take pride in the fact that I can throw weight around naturally that would make some men blush, so to finally see the mass in my body meet the weight that I push is truly rewarding. So the meer thought of seeing my gains leave is paralyzing. While I’m aware of the fact that there is fat on my body right now and with cutting you actually look bigger from an optical illusion, I still get a knot in my stomach at thinking about my past. While I had aced the competition and surprised everyone with 3 first place trophies, I HATED THE WAY I LOOKED. Listen winning is great and I have an amazing way of putting on a performance to fool an audience, but when you aren’t comfortable in your skin, those trophies are just to be put on your mental ego mantel. I despised looking pewny considering I could, even during contest prep, out bench some of my guy lifting partners. Back then I didn’t take a single thing though…nothing besides a fat burner…to get as lean as I did but in the process I withered down to nothing due to not having enough muscle to start with. I’ve been over this multiple times with my coach…over and over again about how much more mass I have on now and how I have the symmetry and shape to be a pro (which I’m crossing my fingers isn’t just a pep talk pick me up) so I shouldnt worry and just trust the process. I have the dedication to get lean by myself while many have to take massive amounts of drugs to get lean due to lack of discipline, and while I want to believe her I keep thinking about being on stage again with a fake smile. I can even pin point where this paranoia comes from…and it directly correlates with Edna (remember the name I gave my disorder). She was the soft spoken voice in my head coaxing me into detrimental actions against myself and I’m starting to hear her again. She talks me into doubting myself if I become tiny again, recollecting the clash between pride and poise, all while enticing me into the “get big” mentality. It was the same derivative as from where the thin thoughts came from, the public. See I was told constantly how great I looked before when I was thin…back in the day…so now that I’ve put on mass and I have received adoration for my gains, I don’t want to lose that either. does it sound vain, yup. Selfish, probably but I enjoy the eyes I get from strangers (looks not stares…I fuckin hate when people stare at me) or the open mouth surprise when I now look the part that I can lift. I’ve gotten the name in gyms as being “that beast chick” or “the girl who can outlift you brah”. I love getting the fist bump or people telling me, “damn T. you have really put in the work to grow.” I’ve gotten a high from looking as strong as the warrior I feel I am. I enjoy looking big… Is that wrong of me to take pride in myself, no not at all. But I’m afraid to lose that again now that it’s time to cut. I’m afraid to lose the thought of people telling me how much progress I’ve made and how big I’ve gotten. I kind of like that feeling of having presence in a room rather than just being the endurance chic. Luckily, thought, I’m aware of the association these thoughts have made with my past addiction so I’m making proactive goals to not be like one of my opponents and make unhealthy thoughts a reality again.
I’m not the only one who suffers from it, surprisingly many in this business I have come across are dealing with the same addiction even if the behaviors are different. Binge eating, starving, over exercising, constantly checking themselves for any change in their body…I hear about it all the time. It’s like the industry is made up of people who are fighting against their own demons to end up in the spotlight to prove their inner doubts wrong. I’m not saying everyone, but many I have met are either dealing with a body image disorder or are recovering from one. It’s amazing how many people I can relate to backstage or joke around with during a training session about a subject so intense that it could drive you to insanity but when you’re amongst other “addicts” it seems a route of normalcy. It’s something to bond over about how extreme we go with our training and diet and while to most it seems like a round of torture, to the athletes its our way of life. Men get this ego trip off lifting heavier than the next testosterone driven dude next to him or when standing next to another gorilla, his chest stands higher than his opponent. Women tend to want the best ass out of the bunch so they will do squats in their sleep if they have to. Both parties compare to soothe their own detrimental thoughts. We all self doubt at some point, from pro athletes to 4.0 grade point average scholars, people who try to achieve greatness within themselves or the world will at some point place doubt in some aspect of their beings. Now I’m sure many “normal” gym or non gym goers feel a correlation to this subject matter but competitors take it to an extreme due to putting our bodies up for show, voluntarily. One of the reasons I joined the competition world was to break my fear of a bathing suit. Take myself back 6 years ago and I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a two piece but 2 years ago I was prancing on stage in what would make a brazilian blush. It was a battle of the good angel and bad angel on my shoulders everyday, keeping myself in check and not relapsing into my prior state of mind all the way leading up to the show. But with all that I have to conquer over the years, this was just another battle God threw at me to defeat, which I did. The horror stories I hear about what other competitors divulge so openly is scary but relatable. .So where do we draw the line? What passes as being dedicated but halts at psychotic? What is the difference between a loyal competitor and a body dismorphic robot? hmmmm good question. Because, even though we always preach about health, those who don’t recognize their behaviors are the farthest from healthy.
I’ve based much of my mental and emotional; strength from my physical triumphs over the years. All of what my body has endured has been overcome through a state of mind. They work off of each other, filtering out the doubts and replacing the negative reactions with positive actions. I feel as if I’ve become a motivator for many, showing that you can overcome any thing you put your mind to. I’m determined to not only beat this disease on the daily but motivate others, even non competitors, that body dismorphia is real. Whether it be thinking your chest is too small or your gut is to big, going to extremes to rectify the “wrong” in your head is not the smart choice to be made. Reach out when you feel your mind out of sorts. For the longest time I thought of myself as the machine, never stopping nor glitching to show the world I was made of steel. But all things break down and need a service or two, so by recognizing my unhealthy behaviors and sharing them with the world, I’m hoping this to help people in my industry and in “real life” to enact in the same behaviors. I’m learning, becoming more aware of the signs, taking preventative measures to get over this crippling fear of not being comfortable in my skin again.
I keep telling myself one thing every time I question my progress or outcome. I may not be the biggest on stage, but I will be the best athlete and baddest bitch up there. And surprisingly, along with the help of my coach, talking back against Edna is working quiet well.